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His nose brushed hers as he leaned down to kiss her. "Hm. As good a reason as any."
She opened her room door and ran her fingers through her hair. “Sorry for the mess,” she said, taking off her glasses and setting them down.
He stopped and turned to her, his gaze already disapproving. “Alright, Price. You have to listen to me very carefully here, okay?”
“I know this city far too well,” he said with a small laugh, pulling her closer to him.
“Do you need help there?” he asked, stretching luxuriously.
"I think so," she said thoughtfully, heading back. "I mean, yes. It's like a shower-bath unit."
"Don't be scared. They won't really hurt you. Just stay out of their way," he said distractedly, slowing to a walk. He didn't seem to be breathing...
He planted a kiss on her temple, brushing his fingers through her silvery hair. "I might just fall asleep here."
He looked at her curiously, tilting his head. "...to help you unpack?"
She considered him for a moment. "Come on. Let's go wash your wings."
"Maybe a little."
"Yeah. That's what it was."
"They peck a little."
She hesitated, looking up at him. "I didn't mean it."
"Chickens are kinda mean, though."
She considered him for a moment. "I'm sorry I was rude earlier."
"That's right."
"Good. You should be sleeping, no?"
"Well, I'm glad. I'll show you a nest later."
"I don't mind the green," she said interestedly, petting the feathers absentmindedly. "But they're not as pretty as the white."
